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Gabi
One of the things that hurt the most was to see how happy my parents were when they picked me up at the airport the next morning. All I wanted to do was cry, but they kept talking about how it all would work out, and how I could finally go to college, and maybe someday run the ranch with my father.
It all just made me feel more broken.
This time, I had gotten home in time for lunch. Even Maria was happy to see me.
“Desculpa, but I’m not hungry,” I said, retreating to my bedroom.
I lay down on my bed and tried to sleep. Despite the exhaustion from the trip and all the emotional problems from the last three days, I couldn’t close my eyes. My mind kept reliving everything, trying to think of what I could have done differently, what should I have done, but in the end I concluded
